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Post by Eloise Thomson on Apr 5, 2008 14:34:43 GMT -5
Eloise kissed him back, the kiss growing more and more furious, it was like a battle in between their tongues with the bliss and passion that she was experiencing, it was something else, something she knew that she could never experience with another guy, but Emilian surely couldn't be the one, oh no, no, no... Eloise had been with far too many guys to even know who was the one. Ella tangled her hands into his hair pulling at it gently as a sign of passion, breathing heavily through her nose as she kissed him, feeling the heat rise in her body and the sky darken above them.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Apr 5, 2008 14:43:18 GMT -5
A low groan came from Emilian's throat at the feel of her tugging at his hair. It was a sound born of frustration and desire, a desire that he couldn't fulfill. He reached up and took her hands, breaking the kiss and pushing her away from him. "No," he muttered angrily. It wasn't directed at her, it was directed at himself. He wasn't in the clear, not yet, he had to get away from her, back up into the castle. Then, only then, he would be safe. The sudden stop to the kiss had its toll on him, his blood rushing and his body tingling, his mind fuzzy.
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Post by Eloise Thomson on Apr 5, 2008 14:54:21 GMT -5
Eloise gasped the night air breathing heavily, the oxygen cooling her down, but she didn't want things to end she wanted to keep going, "Wh-what?" she stuttered confused, she ran a hand through her hair pushing it back off her face. Ella didn't nkow what to say, she was being rejected, for the first time ever she was being rejected even standing there in a bikini looking as sexy as ever, she was being rejected. "Why?" she asked a puzzled expression on her face.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Apr 5, 2008 15:00:48 GMT -5
Emilian's eyes trailed over her frame. Good question. But he knew. It was Adara. Why did it even matter so damn much? They weren't in a real relationship, but it felt like a betrayal either way. "Because anticipation makes the end action even more pleasurable," was the excuse he forced out before turning and walking quickly back up to the castle. He needed Adara.
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